Whether it be coffee,
or whether it be pie,
or two seats on the front porch,
under the sky,
or maybe two seats,
in front of the T.V.,
or both of us cooking,
or at least, you teaching me;
we'll each share a garden,
for each of us to grow.
We'll be together,
as we get old,
We'll each have a watch,
to see the time pass.
As long as we're together,
it doesn't matter if it goes by,
slow or fast.
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Author:
Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This piece is to my Butterfly. The Lord has brought us together. May we continue to grow in Christ Jesus. I love you so much. Persistence is key
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Comments3
A love poem that looks to the future with care and tenderness. Very nice
This is a very beautiful piece of what’s to come
With true love, time has no meaning. Forever and a day. Nice write.
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